JULY 9, 2014.
Post by Hiroki Shirai on Jan 15, 2014 2:37:34 GMT -5
Hiroki Shirai
| Hiroki Shirai N/a Male 273 visible age: 30 | Pansexual 5'10'' 136 Lbs Shinigami KYUbantai, Sanseki Hard |
appearance
Hiroki has never been a particularly imposing man. His physical stature is rather lithe and unremarkable at a glance. Standing at a lanky 5'10'', most of his height comes from his long, slender legs, the one thing more people notice about him than any other. His naturally blue hair is an oddity, even within the Soul Society, something he's quite proud of and lets grow to shoulder length. His slender form however is rippled with hidden muscle definition and and strength. Built through years of constant combat in order to fulfill his role as a member of the Gotei 13's primary defensive squad. His physique was honed and sharpened to a razors edge. His thin body littered with scars and burns, covering his pale white skin, from centuries of combat and struggle. However, his face remains completely untouched. His auburn eyes and soft face presenting a stark contrast to the warriors form that is the rest of his body.
When not in his uniform, he prefers to wear human dress clothing and slacks. Covered by a number of dark blue trench coats which he uses to hide his Zanpakuto. He prefers to wear all his clothing loose, to cover his form and give him a momentary advantage in battle from a more meek appearance.
When not in his uniform, he prefers to wear human dress clothing and slacks. Covered by a number of dark blue trench coats which he uses to hide his Zanpakuto. He prefers to wear all his clothing loose, to cover his form and give him a momentary advantage in battle from a more meek appearance.
personality
Jovial and freeform, the Third Seat of the 9th court guard squad is always with a calming smile and a quick quip. His amiable nature and laid back approach to many of his duties has earned him quite the reputation as a slacker around the rest of the squads. While it may be the perception, it is far from the truth. Despite his flaky side, Hiro is insistent on teaching and imparting as much knowledge and skill to his subordinates as possible, while trying to at least make it fun of course. Training as hard as his body will oft allow, he demands the same from all that fight under the banner of the 9th. He is in all respects a diligent soldier. Always within earshot of his captain and following every command given, willing to die in a heartbeat for his men or any other Shinigami. His drive to better himself and those around him to be always ready not phasing his smile or his joy.
While in battle, the slacker and bum turns off that part of his personality completely. The chills and horror of battle hyper focus his attention, the only thoughts in his head are total victory, or a swift death. Detesting a fight, he'll try and determine his opponents weaknesses and strengths quickly in order to not draw it out meaninglessly.
While in battle, the slacker and bum turns off that part of his personality completely. The chills and horror of battle hyper focus his attention, the only thoughts in his head are total victory, or a swift death. Detesting a fight, he'll try and determine his opponents weaknesses and strengths quickly in order to not draw it out meaninglessly.
history
Born in the 64th district of the Rukongai to a relatively stable home, as stable as one on the outer districts could be. His father was a shop keeper and his mother kept the house for himself and his three brothers, of which he was the second youngest. He and his brothers would alternate between helping his mother with the cooking, cleaning, sowing and various other amenities and his father keep shop, mostly more cleaning and organizing. It was a relatively simple life for a relatively simple family, managing to get by and avoid living in the torrid squalor that most people in the outer districts did. In their rare free time, he and his brothers would roam the streets, watching the various fights that would often break out between rival gangs or swordsmen.
Things continued in this mundane pattern for the first few decades of his life, the repetition of their daily lives keeping them away from the more disgusting elements of the Rukongai. But it was never meant to last, nothing in the Soul Society is.
His brothers began, slowly at first, to lust for more, for power and fortune and a better lot than the one they were born into. They all tried legitimate means in the beginning, taking extra jobs, working in the more affluent districts, hunting or fishing to earn a living, but nothing brought in enough money to even afford the most basic of luxuries. One by one, each fell into petty crimes, stealing what they wanted from shops and homes, resorting to force more and more often. Their souls became festering pits over time, regarding anyone or anything that got in their way as being worth less than the ground they walked on. Working farther and father up the various food chains until they had risen from petty thieves to enforcers for semi-prominent organized criminals. Hiroki had risen with them, but kept himself tethered by giving what he had earned to his family first and himself second. Trying to still accomplish what they began walking down this path for in the first place.
One by one, as each of his brothers fell into debauchery and avaricious desire for more and more, the reasons he had to stay tethered fell apart. His father died first, a ruinous cough getting the better of him as age and years of hard living took hold of his lungs. His eldest brother was next, vivisected by a rabid swordsman who had bested him in single combat. His mother last, her heart giving out in her sleep, a peaceful death in a place where true peace was thought impossible. His sword hand grew weary of the constant strife and meaningless conflict. Death was all around him every moment of every day and yet despite his new status, he still felt lacking. His raw skill in combat being his only notable trait, Hiroki decided to use his sword to find meaning in existence.
Applying to the Shin'ō Academy, he was accepted on his first attempt and quickly began progressing through the arduous 6 year training program, earning quite high marks in Zanjutsu, Hohō, and controlling his Reiatsu but middling marks in Hakuda and Kido usage, his spiritual pressure was seen as above average, but only slightly, nothing to term him anything more than a promising student. Through his work over 6 years, he honed his abilities enough to earn a position in the Juichibantai, due to his skill and familiarity with combat. For almost two centuries he fought as an arm of the Gotei 13's prided combat squad, earning himself a seat and fighting his way up the ladder. And after countless battles and intensive training, he had earned a spot as the Third Seat of the Kyubantai, a position he's held for 4 years and one he intends to make the most of, to become his meaning.
To bring a slice of peace to a world where it is impossible.
Things continued in this mundane pattern for the first few decades of his life, the repetition of their daily lives keeping them away from the more disgusting elements of the Rukongai. But it was never meant to last, nothing in the Soul Society is.
His brothers began, slowly at first, to lust for more, for power and fortune and a better lot than the one they were born into. They all tried legitimate means in the beginning, taking extra jobs, working in the more affluent districts, hunting or fishing to earn a living, but nothing brought in enough money to even afford the most basic of luxuries. One by one, each fell into petty crimes, stealing what they wanted from shops and homes, resorting to force more and more often. Their souls became festering pits over time, regarding anyone or anything that got in their way as being worth less than the ground they walked on. Working farther and father up the various food chains until they had risen from petty thieves to enforcers for semi-prominent organized criminals. Hiroki had risen with them, but kept himself tethered by giving what he had earned to his family first and himself second. Trying to still accomplish what they began walking down this path for in the first place.
One by one, as each of his brothers fell into debauchery and avaricious desire for more and more, the reasons he had to stay tethered fell apart. His father died first, a ruinous cough getting the better of him as age and years of hard living took hold of his lungs. His eldest brother was next, vivisected by a rabid swordsman who had bested him in single combat. His mother last, her heart giving out in her sleep, a peaceful death in a place where true peace was thought impossible. His sword hand grew weary of the constant strife and meaningless conflict. Death was all around him every moment of every day and yet despite his new status, he still felt lacking. His raw skill in combat being his only notable trait, Hiroki decided to use his sword to find meaning in existence.
Applying to the Shin'ō Academy, he was accepted on his first attempt and quickly began progressing through the arduous 6 year training program, earning quite high marks in Zanjutsu, Hohō, and controlling his Reiatsu but middling marks in Hakuda and Kido usage, his spiritual pressure was seen as above average, but only slightly, nothing to term him anything more than a promising student. Through his work over 6 years, he honed his abilities enough to earn a position in the Juichibantai, due to his skill and familiarity with combat. For almost two centuries he fought as an arm of the Gotei 13's prided combat squad, earning himself a seat and fighting his way up the ladder. And after countless battles and intensive training, he had earned a spot as the Third Seat of the Kyubantai, a position he's held for 4 years and one he intends to make the most of, to become his meaning.
To bring a slice of peace to a world where it is impossible.
OOC:HACHI
FC: [b]K Project[/b], [i]Reisi Munakata[/i]
FC: [b]K Project[/b], [i]Reisi Munakata[/i]
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